Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

"Master, this should be the interior of the Ruins of Return."

"Um."

Seeing that she didn't break free, Lin Mo didn't let go of her hand.

"Let's see what's around us first."

Just as the two were cautiously looking around, a scream suddenly came from afar:

"A supreme treasure of chaos!"

The sound came from several miles away, sharp and excited, as if someone had discovered something extraordinary.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling golden light shot up from that direction, the pillar of light as thick as a pillar, piercing straight through the gray-brown sky and casting a golden halo over the entire sky.

Within the radiant light, countless fine runes could be faintly seen flowing, each rune radiating an extremely rich spiritual energy fluctuation.

Lin Mo and Guanyin exchanged a glance.

"Shall we go take a look?"

Guanyin nodded.

Instead of flying rashly, the two stayed close to the ground and quietly headed towards the direction from which the sound came.

The dark red Gobi Desert was covered with gravel and gullies. Using the low hills and broken stone pillars as cover, the two approached the target area in a very short time.

A moment later, we arrived at our destination.

Lin Mo crouched behind a rock about half a person's height, peeking out with half his head to look ahead.

In the open space ahead, three men lay sprawled on the ground, their eyes wide with terror.

They were unharmed, but they were all lifeless, as if they had been frightened to death by something terrifying.

There were more than a dozen people standing nearby.

The people surrounded the three corpses. Some looked around in terror, some had ashen faces, and some were whispering among themselves.

The weakest among them was a late-stage True God, while the strongest was a burly man with bulging muscles all over his body. He wore a dark red battle armor and stood there like a small mountain, exuding an extremely powerful aura.

God-King.

Soon these people noticed Lin Mo and Guanyin hiding behind the rocks.

A hint of joy flashed across the faces of several of them.

"Someone's coming!"

A tall, thin man with a pointed face and monkey-like features was the first to notice Lin Mo and Guanyin. His eyes lit up, and his voice rose several decibels.

"I knew this method would work! The more people we attract, the lower our chances of dying!"

The people next to him also turned their heads, their eyes falling on Lin Mo and Guanyin, their gazes filled with an undisguised, naked expectation, as if they were looking at two suckers who had been pushed into a casino.

As the man spoke, he screamed again in alarm:

"A supreme treasure of chaos!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he urged a small golden flag in his hand.

The small flag was only the size of a palm, and its surface was embroidered with dense runes. Under the impetus of his immortal power, it suddenly burst forth with dazzling light.

A thick golden beam of light shot up from the flag again, piercing the sky and radiating brilliant light, just like before.

Lin Mo's face instantly turned ugly upon seeing this.

This is a trap!

There's no treasure at all. These people deliberately used that small flag to create the illusion of a Chaos Treasure's birth, to lure others over.

Lin Mo gripped Guanyin's jade hand tightly, while warily scanning the crowd to prevent anyone from attacking him.

His mind was racing.

These people are all stronger than him; the weakest among them is at the peak of True God, on par with him.

One of the burly men was even at the God-King level!

If they attack me, I must escape through the portal immediately!

Feeling Lin Mo's strong, muscular hands, Guanyin's cheeks instantly flushed red.

Lin Mo's hands tightened with nervousness, holding her delicate hand firmly in his palm, the gaps between his knuckles fitting perfectly.

The force traveled through the skin of the back of her hand, filling her with a warm sense of security.

Guanyin glanced down at their clasped hands, and her heart suddenly raced.

She had lived through countless eons, and never before had a man held her hand like that.

For a moment, his Dao heart became somewhat unstable.

"Amitabha!"

Guanyin hurriedly recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra in her heart.

Her lips moved slightly, and the words were squeezed out from between her teeth, as if she were using some external force to suppress the ripples surging deep within her heart.

If you fall in love, you've broken the vow.

She is a Buddhist, Guanyin Bodhisattva, and a figure revered by countless disciples in Little Western Paradise.

Her Daoist heart should be pure, without desire, and unpolluted by any worldly thoughts.

"Master, what should we do?"

She transmitted her voice to Lin Mo, her voice carrying a tremor that she herself was unaware of.

"Don't move yet," Lin Mo transmitted back telepathically.

"Let's see what they're up to."

After the tall, thin man shouted twice while holding up a small flag, his smile faded a bit when he saw that Lin Mo and Guanyin were just standing on the periphery and not approaching.

He exchanged glances with the people next to him, and then the burly man, who was at the level of a god-king, took a step forward.

When that step landed, the entire open space trembled.

"Gentlemen, since you're here, why don't you come in for a chat?"

The tall, thin man's voice was somewhat shrill, like metal rubbing against a blackboard, giving off a very uncomfortable feeling.

His gaze fell on Lin Mo, then shifted to Guanyin, lingering for a moment on her exquisite face, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"This female Daoist looks quite unfamiliar. Which sect or school does she belong to?"

Guanyin did not speak, but simply took half a step closer to Lin Mo's side.

Lin Mo raised his head, meeting the burly man's gaze, his expression remaining unchanged:

"We were just passing by when we heard the noise and came to check it out."

Since there's nothing of value here, I won't bother you any longer.

As he spoke, he pulled Guanyin back a step.

No one present stepped forward to stop them; they simply watched Lin Mo and Guanyin leave with amusement on their faces.

The tall, thin man even put away the small golden flag, crossed his arms, leaned against a nearby tree, and had an indescribable smile on his lips.

The mighty god-king simply stood there, arms crossed, his gaze following the two figures as if watching two small beasts unknowingly placed in a cage.

The rest of the people dispersed. Some squatted on the ground and searched through the storage artifacts on the corpse, some looked around warily, and some talked in twos and threes in low voices. No one glanced at Lin Mo and Guanyin.

This made Lin Mo, who was constantly retreating, feel uneasy.

It was normal for Lin Mo to feel that these people were enraged and started fighting.

He was used to seeing scenes of people fighting at the drop of a hat in the cultivation world, where stealing treasures, killing people, silencing witnesses and seizing wealth were the norm.

But this complete lack of response made Lin Mo feel something was wrong.

They went to such great lengths to lure people here with fake treasures, but now they're letting two living people go so easily?

There is no such good thing in the world.

Thinking of this, Lin Mo stopped in his tracks, pulling Guanyin along with him.

"What's wrong, Master?"

Guanyin sent a telepathic message to Lin Mo with a puzzled look on her face.

Her fingers twitched slightly in Lin Mo's palm, and she could feel that his palm was a few degrees warmer than before.

Lin Mo transmitted his voice back:

"Something's strange. Why aren't these people stopping us?"

"Yeah, that's strange!"

Guanyin also realized what was happening.

She glanced back at the group of people. The tall, thin man was still leaning against the stone pillar, and the burly god-king was still standing with his arms crossed. No one was chasing after them, and no one seemed to have any intention of making a move.

This is illogical.

If they use fake treasures to lure people over, then Lin Mo and Guanyin will be the prey delivered to their doorstep.

Letting the prey escape is a waste of effort.

Just then, more people were drawn over by the commotion.

He was a middle-aged man, wearing a blue robe, with a thin face and an extremely deep breath.

He flew from the direction of the distant hills at great speed, his target clearly the golden light that shot into the sky.

But when he arrived nearby and saw the three corpses in the open space and the dozen or so people surrounding them, his expression changed instantly.

Without hesitation, he turned and left.

However, he had only taken a few steps when he suddenly froze.

His face contorted in that instant, his eyes wide open, pupils dilated, and his mouth agape but unable to utter a sound.

Then his body went limp, like a rag doll with its bones removed, and he fell straight to the ground, never to move again.